fruits

We got home too late from Mr. B's soccer game (in which he scored the first goal of the game and then another for his team in the 2nd half) and Mr. T's baseball game (in which he hit the ball TWICE and then had an embarrassingly dismal performance on the mound which pretty much wrecked everything). I let Mr. T sleep in and roused him for his 2nd to last day of school. Midway through breakfast, Mr. G joined us with a box of Life cereal and a box of Cookie Crisp which he's allowed to eat from AFTER he has eaten a healthy breakfast. Sort of like dessert. I cringed when I saw the Cookie Crisp box because I saw the future and it looked scary. I glanced at the clock and waited for it to start.
Sure enough.
Mr. T: Can I have some of that?
Me: No--you have to be at school in 5 minutes. There isn't time. Finish up and get your shoes on.
Mr. T: Can I just have a little?
Me: It will be here when you get home from school. Then you can have some. Get going.
Mr. T: But I want some now.
And so on and so forth. I swear to God my oldest is OCD about food. I bet he spends half his day worrying about when and whether he'll get to have some of the damn Cookie Crisp and the first thing he'll do when he walks in the door is head for the pantry. Wanna bet?

In other news, the space for the potager is filled in and leveled out. I'll start building the raised beds this afternoon after I spray the fruit trees (something I've never done before either, but according to all I've read I'd better learn how and do it every 2 weeks or no apples or pears for us!). Progress at last.

Look at that smooth, flat surface!

The potager site--accidentally and elegantly framed by spruce trees.

Posted in: Garden Fantasy, Mr. B, Mr. T